Sabrina goes to the Academy...

The chill night air did nothing to cool the fever in Sabrina’s blood. Leah walked a half-step behind her, a silent, powerful shadow. Her earlier confusion was gone, replaced by a focused, eager intensity. Every few steps, her hand would drift out, her fingers brushing the back of Sabrina’s thigh, as if needing to confirm she was real.

“The Academy’s just ahead,” Sabrina whispered, her voice strained. Her cock was a hard, insistent weight against the inside of her skirt, leaking a steady damp patch onto the black fabric. “The main gate’s warded, but there’s a service entrance for familiars. It only recognizes magical signatures.”

Leah’s response was immediate, her voice a low, husky whisper right by Sabrina’s ear. “Tell me what to do.”

The obedience, the raw want in it, sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to Sabrina’s groin. She led them around the side of the imposing gothic structure, to a small, iron-bound door nearly swallowed by ivy. She placed her palm flat against the cold wood, muttering a quick nullification charm she’d learned from Ambrose. The lock gave with a soft click.

Inside, the corridors were dark and silent, lit only by the occasional eternally-burning sconce. The air smelled of old parchment, dried herbs, and potent, layered magic. Sabrina’s senses screamed with every step. Her own magical aura, twisted and supercharged by the transformation, felt like a beacon in the stillness.

“The Restricted Reliquary is in the West Wing sub-basement,” Sabrina said, her words coming faster. “Stay close.”

“Yes, Sabrina.”

They moved like ghosts through the sleeping school. Sabrina’s focus was split between the path ahead and the intoxicating presence of the woman behind her. Leah’s breathing was a steady, rhythmic sound, her body heat a palpable ****. Sabrina could smell her—clean sweat, the faint, musky trace of their earlier coupling, and underneath it, a new, slick sweetness that made Sabrina’s mouth water.

Finding the sub-basement door was easy. Getting through the complex series of locking runes was not. Sabrina worked quickly, her fingers tracing symbols in the air, her whispers dissolving the protective wards one by one. The effort was a distraction from the pounding need between her legs, but only a minor one. Each successfully disarmed rune felt like a small victory, stoking a different kind of fire—a hungry, dominant pride.

Finally, the last rune flickered and died. The heavy oak door swung inward on silent hinges.

The Reliquary was a small, circular chamber, lined floor to ceiling with small, labeled drawers made of dark wood and polished bone. In the center stood a stone pedestal holding a single, ornate crystal vial filled with a fine, iridescent grey powder that seemed to swallow the dim light.

Mors Temporalis.

“There,” Sabrina breathed, a surge of relief washing through her. She hurried forward, her heels echoing softly on the flagstones. She reached for the vial.

Her fingers were an inch from the crystal when the feedback hit.

It wasn’t pain. It was a surge. The proximity to so much raw, destabilizing magical energy acted like a spark on the gasoline of her own condition. Her vision hazed, tinged with red at the edges. A wave of pure, carnal hunger rolled up from her balls, tightening her sac and making her cock throb so hard it ached. A guttural sound escaped her lips. Pre-cum pulsed from her tip, dripping onto the stone floor with a soft pat-pat.

“Sabrina?” Leah was at her side in an instant, her strong hand on Sabrina’s lower back. The touch was electric. “Are you—”

“I can’t,” Sabrina gasped, her mind fragmenting. The vial, the spell, the reversal… it all blurred into a distant, unimportant haze. The only reality was the ****, weeping hardness between her legs and the willing, powerful woman beside her. The need to use, to dominate, was a deafening roar. “I need… I need you. Now.”

Leah’s eyes, blue and depthless in the low light, glazed over completely. A slow, eager smile spread across her strong features. “Anything.”

Sabrina’s control shattered. She turned, her movements sharp and predatory. She grabbed the waistband of Leah’s track pants and shoved them down, exposing the full, muscular curve of her ass. The cheeks were pale and firm, a dusting of dark hair between them leading down to her glistening, unprotected cunt.

“Bend over,” Sabrina ordered, her voice thick with lust. “The pedestal. Hold onto it.”

Leah obeyed without hesitation, bending forward until her torso was parallel to the floor, her powerful hands gripping the edges of the stone slab. She presented herself, her ass raised, her puffy lips already slick and parted. The dark pucker of her asshole was just above, clenched tight.

Sabrina didn’t wait. She spat into her palm, slicking her raging cock with saliva and her own copious pre-cum. She aligned the broad, purple head not with Lisa’s dripping cunt, but higher up, pressing insistently against the tight, resistant knot of her ass.

Leah tensed for a second, a sharp inhale hissing through her teeth. Then she **** herself to relax, pushing back. “Yours,” she grunted. “All yours.”

Sabrina pushed. The initial resistance was fierce, a tight, hot ring of muscle fighting the invasion. Then it yielded, swallowing the bulbous head with a soft, wet pop. Leah cried out, a raw, ragged sound that echoed in the chamber.

“Fuck,” Sabrina moaned, the sensation unbelievable. Leah’s ass was a vise of intense, clenching heat, far tighter than her cunt, massaging Sabrina’s shaft in a relentless, milking grip. She sank deeper, slowly, feeling every inch of her cock being enveloped by the incredible tightness. When her balls finally pressed against Lisa’s skin, she was fully sheathed.

She began to move, pulling back until just the tip remained, then slamming forward in a hard, driving thrust. The sound was lewd, a wet, fleshy slap punctuated by both their choked gasps.

Her hand flew up and came down hard on Leah’s right ass cheek.

SMACK!

The sharp crack echoed. A bright red handprint bloomed on the pale skin. Lisa jolted forward with a cry, her ass clenching down even tighter around Sabrina’s cock, which sent a bolt of pure pleasure up Sabrina’s spine.

“Again!” Leah begged, her voice muffled against her arm. “Harder!”

Sabrina obliged. She set a brutal, punishing rhythm, her hips pistoning, her cock plunging into that incredible, gripping heat. With every few thrusts, her palm landed on Leah’s ass—sometimes a sharp slap, sometimes a rough, kneading grip that made the muscular flesh ripple. Each impact made Leah moan, made her push back harder, made her channel spasm around Sabrina’s length.

Sabrina was lost in it. The slap of skin, the musky scent of sweat and sex, the submissive, eager grunts from the powerful woman beneath her. She fucked Leah’s ass with a single-minded ferocity, her own pleasure coiling into a knot of unbearable tension. Her balls slapped against Leah’s skin, drawing up tight and full.

“Gonna come,” Sabrina warned, her strokes becoming wild, uneven jerks. “Gonna fill your ass up.”

“Do it!” Leah screamed, her body shaking. “Breed my ass, Sabrina! Please!”

The crude permission shattered her. Sabrina drove in one last, deep time, burying herself to the hilt as her orgasm ripped through her. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep into Lisa’s bowels, pulse after pulse, a scalding flood that seemed endless. Leah’s own climax followed, her cunt, untouched and dripping, spasming wildly as she milked Sabrina’s cock through her rectal walls.

They slumped together over the pedestal, panting, sweating. Sabrina’s softening cock slipped out with a wet, messy sound, followed by a trickle of white.

But the hunger, that magical, insatiable need, was only banked, not extinguished. It simmered, angry and urgent. Sabrina looked at Leah, at her strong, capable body, and a new, possessive idea took hold.

“Pick me up,” Sabrina murmured, her voice hoarse.

Leah, her face flushed and dazed, turned. Without a word, she hooked her powerful hands under Sabrina’s thighs and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Sabrina wrapped her legs around Leah’s waist, her own soaked, empty cunt now positioned right against the hard plane of Leah’s stomach.

"Higher," Sabrina commanded.

Leah understood. She lifted Sabrina up by her hips, using her formidable strength to place the petite blonde on her shoulders. The angle was perfect as Sabrina slid her cock into her muscular lover's hungry mouth. Sabrina’s head fell back, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat as she sat atop her lover's muscular shoulders while fucking her face.

“Don’t stop,” Sabrina gasped, her nails digging into Leah’s shoulders. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Sabrina’s world narrowed to the wet, sucking heat of Leah’s throat. The woman’s powerful hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as Sabrina’s hips stuttered, losing all rhythm. Every muscle in her body locked, a silent scream trapped in her chest. The sensation of her cockhead nudging against the tight ring of Leah’s esophagus was a white-hot brand of absolute, shocking ownership.

“Nnngggh!” The sound was torn from her, animal and raw.

Her climax didn’t crest—it detonated.

The first jet of cum was a scalding, pressurized rope that fired directly down Leah’s gullet. Sabrina felt it travel the length of her shaft, a visceral, pumping throb that made her toes curl. Leah’s throat convulsed around the tip, a frantic, milking flutter that ripped another thick spurt from Sabrina’s balls.

Oh, Satan. Oh, fuck.

It was more than physical. It was a violent recalibration of her soul. The pleasure wasn’t just in her groin; it flooded her brain, a syrupy, golden light that dissolved every coherent thought except one: This is mine. This feeling is everything.

She watched, mesmerized, as Leah’s throat worked, swallowing instinctively, her throat bobbing with each gulp. A thin, pearlescent strand escaped the corner of Leah’s stretched lips, oozing down her chin. The sight—the absolute, debauched submission of it—triggered another, deeper contraction in Sabrina’s core. More seed erupted, a copious flood that Leah struggled to keep up with. Gurgling, wet sounds filled the silent Reliquary.

Sabrina’s hands fisted in Leah’s short hair, holding her head steady as she fucked her throat through the last, shuddering pulses. Her cock twitched, sensitive and overspent, but the magical thrum within it didn’t quiet. It sang. It purred with satisfaction, a low, possessive vibration that resonated in her bones.

Slowly, shakily, Leah lowered her back to the floor. Sabrina’s legs were jelly. She stumbled back, her softened, glistening cock slapping against her thigh. Leah remained on her knees, chest heaving, her face a slick, beautiful mess. She looked up at Sabrina, her blue eyes dazed but blazing with adoration. She licked her lips, chasing the last taste.

“You taste... incredible,” Leah rasped, her voice wrecked.

The words landed in the fertile soil of Sabrina’s newfound revelation. She looked past Leah, to the stone pedestal. The crystal vial of Mors Temporalis dust sat there, innocuous, its iridescent grey powder promising an end to this… this glory.

A cold, sharp clarity cut through the post-orgasmic haze.

No.

The thought was absolute. It carried the finality of a slamming door. This cock, this incredible, demanding, pleasure-giving flesh, was not a curse. It was a gift. A key. It had shown her a depth of sensation, of control, she never knew existed. Harvey’s gentle touches, her own tentative explorations—they were childish whispers compared to this roaring symphony.

A serene, terrifying calm settled over her. The frantic girl who wanted to fix herself was gone.

She walked to the pedestal, her steps sure. She picked up the vial. It was cool in her palm.

“Sabrina?” Leah’s voice was tentative.

Sabrina didn’t answer. She turned and strode to the small pewter cauldron she’d used for the astral projection, still sitting where she’d left it on the floor by the door. She uncorked the vial.

“What are you doing?”

“What I should have done the moment I felt this,” Sabrina said, her voice flat, devoid of conflict. She upended the vial over the cauldron. The fine, expensive, forbidden dust poured out in a shimmering stream, a small grey heap in the bottom of the pot. The final ingredient for her reversal. The last hope of the person she used to be.

She hefted the cauldron. It was solid, heavy.

With a guttural cry that was part triumph, part annihilation, she swung it sideways with all her strength.

CRASH!

The cauldron smashed into the stone wall next to the door. The sound was a deafening, metallic clangor that rebounded through the chamber. The vessel crumpled, the precious dust exploding into a useless cloud that settled on the flagstones like grey ash. The scrap of parchment with the recipe fluttered down, landing in a puddle of their combined fluids.

Silence, deeper than before, rushed in.

Leah stared, her mouth agape.

Sabrina dropped the dented cauldron. It hit the floor with a dull thud. She looked at her hands, then down at her cock. It was already stirring again, filling, the skin darkening with fresh, eager blood. The magical hunger roared back, not as a **** need, but as a king’s command.

A slow, wicked smile spread across Sabrina’s face. It didn’t touch her eyes, which had turned hard and glittering, like chips of green glass.

“All that worry,” she murmured, more to herself than to Leah. She wrapped her fingers around her newly hardened shaft, giving it a firm, possessive stroke. A fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the slit. “All that fear. For this.”

She turned her predatory gaze on Lisa, who shivered under the intensity.

“I’m not getting rid of it,” Sabrina announced, her voice gaining strength, ringing in the chamber. “This is who I am now. This is what I want.”

She took a step toward Leah, who instinctively lowered her eyes, a submissive tremor running through her powerful frame.

“You wanted to know what I am?” Sabrina whispered, crouching down to grip Lisa’s chin, forcing her to look up. “I’m your Goddess. I’m what you need. I'm what you hunger for. And this,” she guided Lisa’s hand to her throbbing cock, “is an instrument of my divine power.”

She leaned closer, her lips brushing Leah’s ear. “And I can tell that you're starving for salvation.”

She straightened up, her mind racing with crystal-clear, deviant purpose. The Academy was full of witches and warlocks, all steeped in magic. Their auras would be a banquet. The mortal world was a playground of unsuspecting flesh. Harvey… a distant, fond memory, now irrelevant.

“Get up,” she commanded.

Leah scrambled to her feet, pulling up her track pants, her eyes never leaving Sabrina.

“We’re leaving,” Sabrina said, tucking her magnificent, dripping cock back into her skirt with a dismissive familiarity. “This was just the first taste. I want more. I want everything.” Her gaze swept the room, as if she could see through the walls to all the potential conquests beyond. “The whole world will worship this cock, until they forget their own names. I’ll own their desires. I’ll own them.”

She looked at Leah, her head tilted. “Starting with you. You’re mine now. You understand? You belong to this.”

Leah sank back to her knees immediately, pressing her forehead against Sabrina’s thigh. “Yes,” she breathed, the word a vow. “I’m yours.”

Sabrina stroked her hair, the gesture devoid of tenderness, full of possession. “Good. Now, let’s go. There’s a whole world out there waiting to be fucked into submission. And I don’t intend to keep it waiting.”